to deep

August 1991, 9, New York, USA.

Zhao Wenyan stood at the door of the dormitory with a suitcase in his hand, feeling rather messy inside.

He was ready to go to the consulate to join his second brother, or live in a single room for two years, but he never expected that there would be an Asian in this college that was said to not accept even mixed race.

The dormitory allocation of the American Academy of Drama adheres to the principle of the same language and the same species, and is classified according to belief, language, race, nationality, and region.It was obvious that he couldn't find anyone who fit even one of the criteria in the whole academy - what about his roommate?

His name was written on the nameplate at the door, "Joe Hobbes", who should be of British nationality, but I hope it's not too difficult.He opened the door and found that there was no one in the dormitory.

The roommate is not currently in the dormitory.Zhao Wenyan decided to ignore the missing person for the time being, and carried the suitcase into the room to start packing.

The new roommate arrived at eleven o'clock in the evening New York time.

Because of the time difference, Zhao Wenyan didn't feel much sleepy, and simply read professional books on the bed---the book involved a lot of professional terms, so he couldn't read it, and the blank space was almost full of notes.

What interrupted his study was a violent knock on the door.

The knocks on the door were layered upon layers, in a well-proportioned way, and the tune of the symphony of fate could still be faintly heard.He was so disturbed that he climbed out of bed and opened the door, then stood by the door in a daze.

Outside the door, a humanoid creature wearing a heavy costume and with its face smeared was a mess, holding three swords and staring at him in the same attitude of smashing the door.

"Wow------"

It was impossible to get into bed.Sitting in the living room, Zhao Wenyan listened to the loud sound of water coming from the bathroom next door, and thought to himself that the force of washing his face was as strong as that of flooding Jinshan, and he didn't know if his little face could hold it up.

While his new roommate was washing his face, he continued to flip through the book, trying to hypnotize himself that noise was something outside of him.

"what are you doing?"

Without even thinking about it, Zhao Wenyan knew that his new roommate had come out. This person was probably used to living alone. He sat on the sofa with a head of water without wiping his head. Zhao Wenyan moved aside calmly. No: "Prepare the lessons."

"I can speak Chinese." I know you can, I just want to practice my oral English, "Do you want to see my grade examination certificate?"

Zhao Wenyan: "..."

The new roommate probably interpreted his speechlessness as acquiescence, and ran to get the certificate after wiping his hair carelessly.Zhao Wenyan quickly grabbed him: "No, Ho..." He tried hard to recall the last name of his new roommate, "Hobson, I believe in you."

"It's not Hobson, it's Hobbes, Joe Hobbes." He corrected seriously, "You can call me by my Chinese name, Shen Qiao."

He immediately picked up a pen and wrote his Chinese name on the paper. The font standard was comparable to that of printing --- he didn't know until later that when he practiced Chinese when he was a child, he wrote it with a ruler.

"..." After meeting for 15 minutes, Zhao Wenyan had already seen his roommate's mobility for the second time, and he had a vague premonition about the life of an exchange student in the next two years, "Well, Shen Qiao."

"That's right." Shen Qiao nodded with satisfaction, "Wen Yan, hello."

...how did he know his name? !

"Isn't the door number written on it?" Shen Qiao seemed to have the ability to read minds, "I thought you would come here tomorrow, and knocked a little louder. I'm sorry, I thought it was a prank by my classmates."

If it wasn't for the early flight, he would indeed come here tomorrow.Of course, it is not a bad thing to recognize the true colors of roommates in advance.

The atmosphere was momentarily awkward.Zhao Wenyan suddenly felt that he should say a few more words, after all, we will be together for two years: "What is your major?"

"Drama Acting Year [-]."

...the age doesn't look like it.Zhao Wenyan ignored the doubts in his heart, and tried to make a joke: "Why did you come back so late and still dressed like this? Could it be that you went to Broadway (1)?"

"How do you know?" Shen Qiao was shocked.

"......My guess."

"Oh." Shen Qiao nodded clearly, "Did it scare you?"

"Yes." Zhao Wenyan said truthfully.

Shen Qiao looked at him, and suddenly laughed. He smiled very beautifully, and the bright and agile eyes were like flowing springs. At first glance, his eyes seemed to be careless, but they were clearly looking at him intently. Jingyan was immediately shocked by his next words: "I don't want people to know that I went to Broadway, and it's too late to remove my makeup. It's easier to paint." He paused, and then said, "It won't happen in the future, I'm going to sleep ,Good night."

...He seemed completely unaware of what a weird idea this was in the eyes of normal people, and he entered the room with his wet and messy hair holding the costume.Leaving Zhao Wenyan sitting on the sofa alone, the wind was messy------

He was finally convinced that the sophomore named Shen Qiao in front of him was a genuine, genuine, lunatic.

"morning."

Yesterday Zhao Wenyan didn't sleep until three or four o'clock, and it was already nine o'clock in the morning when he woke up.After washing up, he walked to the dining room and found that Shen Qiao was still waiting for him.

"I brought it back from the cafeteria. I wonder if you're used to it?" Shen Qiao poked her head out from behind the newspaper, smiling, "I don't know how to cook."

"Me neither." Zhao Wenyan replied, looking down at the slices of bread, bacon, eggs and butter on the plate, feeling completely hotel-style treatment, "Thank you."

"As long as you like it."

This is really the most normal conversation since they met. Zhao Wenyan looked at Shen Qiao while eating a sandwich——until now, Zhao Wenyan finally forgot the shock and shock that Shen Qiao brought to him last night. The photographer and the future director looked at this face carefully: he looked very young, at most fourteen or fifteen years old, his face was very delicate, his eyebrows and eyes were deeper and more three-dimensional than ordinary East Asians, and his lines and bones were rare. Extremely smooth and regular, you can't suffer no matter what under the camera, with a natural movie face.

The first glance is amazing enough, but the second glance is even more attractive.Whether it is the East or the West, the film or the audience, they all have to admit that this is a very superior innate condition, not only good-looking, but also photogenic.

Zhao Wenyan upholds his cherished nostalgia for artworks, and couldn't help but look at them several times.Qing Ben is beautiful, but she is crazy. Of course, as an actor, it is a good thing to be crazy.

"Don't you drink milk?" Shen Qiao asked suddenly. He poured a glass of milk and handed it to Zhao Wenyan with focused and serious eyes.

"...Don't drink." Zhao Wenyan was not used to this kind of gaze, and couldn't help but lower his head, "I don't have this habit, thank you."

Milk was still considered a luxury in China in the early 90s. He traveled around with his teacher all year round on the set, so naturally he didn't have much chance to get in touch with it.

"..." Shen Qiao seemed to hesitate to speak.Zhao Wenyan didn't understand what he was thinking. After thinking for a while, he felt that his refusal might be too foreign. After all, milk is too common in foreign countries, so he said, "Give it to me."

Shen Qiao suddenly became happier.Zhao Wenyan drank the milk slowly, but still felt uncomfortable.

"Are you free tonight?" The plate in front of Shen Qiao was empty, obviously she had finished eating, "Can I have a meal with me?"

"I have an appointment with someone tonight, sorry." Zhao Wenyan replied, feeling that Shen Qiao seemed to be a little too enthusiastic about him, maybe it was an illusion and cultural differences.

"Oh." Shen Qiao seemed a little disappointed, but she didn't say anything more. Zhao Wenyan felt that such a refusal was not good, so he said, "Can I do it the day after tomorrow? I have time."

"Not the day after tomorrow." Shen Qiao shook his head regretfully. He suddenly saw Zhao Wenyan's empty milk cup, and immediately got up to fill it up for him.

"..." Zhao Wenyan said that Shen Qiao's actions made him feel a little better.

"250ml is the most suitable amount of milk for the human body." But you obviously exceeded it, "But you should drink more, or your classmates will laugh at you."

Although Shen Qiao didn't say the last three words, her intention was obvious --- it was true, but it still sounded uncomfortable.

Zhao Wenyan looked at the milk in front of him, and didn't know whether he should question Shen Qiao's theory that more milk is better, or whether Shen Qiao, who is a little shorter than him, has a position to educate him.

"I should drink more." Shen Qiao poured herself another glass, "Otherwise I wouldn't even be able to perform a drama."

Zhao Wenyan: "..."

Up to now, he has known Shen Qiao for ten and a half hours.

He once again firmly and sincerely believed that Shen Qiao was a weird brain circuit like a broken camera, who liked doing good things and was younger than his actual age, and was completely sorry for his god-given good face, lunatic.

Zhao Wenyan came to New York in the name of an exchange student to study the third and fourth director courses of the American Academy of Drama. Because it is considered a cultural exchange at the national level, the tuition fee will naturally not be charged, but he still needs to go to the dean's office after he has selected the course. proof (2).

It just so happened that the dean happened to go out on business.The dean's secretary was sitting in the office and told him that he would be notified when the dean came back.

The dean of the American Academy of Drama has a lot of background. He won the best actor awards from the three major European film festivals and then came to the United States to develop. At the age of retirement, simply abdicate directly to the virtuous.

With the name here, it is understandable to do things casually.

After registering the necessary procedures one by one, he went back to the dormitory to rest.Shen Qiao was not there in the afternoon, so he left him a note saying he was going out on business, the handwriting was still square.Zhao Wenyan threw the note into the trash can, and saw that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Then memorize the dictionary.

At 05:30 in the afternoon, Zhao Wenyan came to the main entrance of the college.The handsome man in the gray suit looked at him and called "Wen Yan".

"Second brother."

(1) The main birthplace of American dramas and musicals, where classic plays are staged all year round, and the barriers to entry are quite high.

(2) The tuition fee in the United States is calculated according to the credits included in the selected courses, so the tuition fee will be calculated after the course selection is completed

Shen Qiao: I really like my new roommate who is taller, taller, softer and softer!Let me think about how to flirt!